The Count cleared his throat to say, “Thank you…but at this moment, I seek no compliments, no…embraces, no condolences, no…reassurances. I seek to move forward. But first, I seek a meal.”
Walter didn’t want to be a wolfman. He just wanted to be a runner.
“What’re ya sellin’?” grunted an angry eye behind the cracked door.
Dracula stated, “Freedom.”
“I strolled to the Brown House entrance and knocked. But the sound was quite hollow, and nobody answered.”
The men looked left. The men looked right. Then they looked down. It was a black cat!
A limbless Roman statue, though gorgeous, can only offer a hint of its former glory, and thus takes on a melancholy aspect. So too the moon, floating ruin…
“Sup away; I have sipped, and will sup on your presence alone.”
“Then surely I shall sup.”
“Keep thine eyes on thine prize, beware the danger at all angles! I leap for your life!” And Adam did—leaping into the line of fire!
Frankenstein’s monster opened his eyes and gasped the gasp of a kid jumping out of a swimming pool. “I’m alive…I’M ALIVE!”
Shelley planned to include this letter in the sequel “Frankenstein 2; or, the Hunt for the Everlasting Indeceased.” This sequel was rejected by publishers for fear that it was “too ridiculous.”